Dear Editor!

Dear Editor,
My genius knows no bounds. Please expand your margins.

Dear Editor,
Not enough anagrams fit into my name. Please rectify in your next issue.

Dear Schmeditor,
I called you a schmeditor. Please rectify in next issue.

Dear editor,
My other letter is clever.

Dear Editor,
Yesterday was my birthday. Please don't forget to rectify that in your next issue.

Dear Editor,
If you do not publish my witticisms I will take them elsewhere.

Dear Editor,
The other editor did not publish my witticisms. Please rectify this in your next issue.

Dear Editor,
My son-in-law doesn't have a diploma. Please rectify in your next issue.

Dear Editor,
We are cutting back. This is the last you will hear.

Dear Editor,
Please publish yesterday's paper again.

Look I have a Dear Editor series now!

First time for everything

IN, what has definitely been a long, or at least indefinitely long, but not quite illustrious educational career I have come upon a first. Working hard not to fail out or doing a last ditch effort just to scrape by has been a hallmark of students everywhere. Little did they know, that it was actually my trademark.

Tonight is the fist time in my life that I have ever sat down to study for an exam--not with the aim of passing so as not to fail the class--for an A. Bustin' ass for an A. Maybe the couple minutes that I took for this blog will leave me unprepared, but the thought and the moment have floored me.

Maybe there's something yet to this edumacation thing after all.

ilya

The End of Cooking (Chefery)

Do you, that is--the collective you, ever notice how that which we are fed on TV has to be served with more and more ketchup? First we had Survivor--edge-of-your-seatness, well at least at the end of every episode, kept us coming back, well at least to see the end of every episode. Now reality TV is the backbone of a bucking whale. Even the History channel is trying to crowd itself onto this wagon with too few seats and a fast course for the edge.

Anyway, back to the ketchup thing... graphics, fancy toys, bikinis, lack of bikinis, interfaith marriage, and child profanity. Just the spice of television. But what's the substance? Can't see the forest for the trees kind of thing.. Except, most of the time, I'm just left wondering if there is a forest or just ketchup.

This has been a growing F in my mind for some time now. There it is.